Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.